Gun fire echoes through the darken warehouse as Birkoff continues the scan as the operatives move quickly through the warehouse. Stephen turns the corner and quickly fires off seven shots. Stephen moves over to the victim and leans over the body, he kicks the dead man in the face and looks in the pockets for the disk.

"Stephen.. we were suppose to take Mr. Darren alive..." hiss Greg, the leader of the mission as he enters the scene. Stephen looks up, and points to the man.

"He was firing on us, and I tried to contain the situation with a fist fight, but that was not working." Stephen lies as he flips the disk over to Greg.

"Stephen, I didn't hear any fist fight." Birkoff chips in as he starts to evacuate the operatives from the site so that housekeeping can come in.

"We'll solve this 'problem' in our debriefing... and then your daddy will probably so everything is fine..." Greg says angerily as he turns his back and starts to head out of the site. Stephen's anger mounts and he attacks Greg with the butt of the gun. Greg goes down with the thump, and Stephen starts to drag Greg out.

"Birkoff.. Greg is knocked out.. a pipe fell from the ceiling." Stephen reports with a smile as he head out.

"Sure.." Birkoff says as he turns in his chair and angerily calls Medlab to an alert. "So much for a non-injuried mission today."

"I don't care what you say Birkoff... I tried a fist fight first!" Stephen screams in the debriefing room. Birkoff stands at the table with the computers running and the three other operatives that had some information about the situation. Greg has an ice pack on his head, but other than a lump, will be alright.

"We all know you didn't do such a thing.. and broke the mission's profile!" Greg screams at Stephen who is standing with his hands on his hips.

"Prove it.. no one else was there... and you can see evidence of the fight on Mr. Darren." Stephen fights back as he pounds his hands on the desk.

"I have the heat sensors.. that prove you were not close enought to Mr. Darren to have a fight.. that you shot and killed Mr. Darren before you kicked his face." Birkoff says slowly, in a soft voice, hoping that Stephen will not fly off the hook.

"You will lose that evidence.. computer nerd..." Stephen screams as he slams Birkoff's body into the wall. Two operatives fly towards Birkoff and Stephen and back off quickly. Stephen holds a grenade by the pin in his hand, and turns it towards all in the room.

"Where the @#$! did you get that!" Greg screams as he starts to head the operatives out of the room, but finds that Stephen as locked them in.

"I have my means..." Stephen says with a large grin and then a laugh.

"You're father probably gave it too you.." Greg says rudely, hoping to move Stephen off of Birkoff and on to him. Stephen smiles and continues to hold Birkoff.

"Oh Birky.. your a good friend of my sister... oh... she will come a running to help you, won't she.... her and her Mikey.." Stephen says with a deep laugh.

"They have the day off." Birkoff says through his clenched teeth.

"They'll be coming in to help their Birkey dude who can't hold a few beers..." Stephen continues as he starts to tie Birkoff into the chair, still holding the grenade.

************

Michael smiles as he puts away the milk as Nikita stands at the kitchen counter at the blender. They were making strawberry milkshakes after moving all of their stuff back together.

"And now I push this button?" Nikita asks as Michael looks at the cupboards for some clean glasses.

"Any of them." Michael says, and before he can turn around, two things occur. Nikita forgot to put the lid on the blender, causing the liquid to fly all over her face and hair. And Second, the phone rings.

"AHHHHH!" Nikita screams with a fit of laughter as Michael looks at shock at her. She puts her hand to her hair and feels the sticky liquid.

Michael smiles and moves to the phone.

"Birkoff.. we have the day off..." Michael says, while he tries to control his laugher, but when Nikita starts to lick her fingers, Michael loses it.

"Michael.. it's not Birkoff." Madeline's voice rings out, and Michael quickly tries to control his laughter and shakes his head no to Nikita.

"Michael... I need to speak with Nikita." Madeline says calmly as she waited for Michael's laughter to stop, but she shakes her head as the comment starts Michael's laughter again.

"She... needs to speak to you... ha.. ha...hahhaha..." Michael laughs as he extends his arm to the milkshake drenched Nikita. Nikita looks up at his laughter with puppy eyes and says with her eyes 'and how do you expect me to take this phone call?'.

"Michael? Nikita? Michael? Nikita?" Madeline says into the phone, starting to become annoyed because of the situation, but part of her wondering what is causing the hysterical laughter of Michael's.

Nikita flips some wet hair from her ear area, and Michael leans the phone in and turns his head, again trying to stop his laughter.

"Sorry.. milkshake accident." Nikita says, and causes Michael to continue his laughter.

"Forgot the lid." Madeline says tensely, but can see why Michael would be laughing, Nikita is probably covered with chocolate sticky stuff from head to toe. "Nikita.. we have a situation here." Madeline starts to explain.

"Then why didn't Birkoff call and why are you calling?" Nikita asks as she moves over to the sink and starts to wash her hands.

"Birkoff is being held in a debriefing room, along with three other operatives." Madeline starts to explain.

"What? Held? Birkoff? How?" Nikita rapidly shouts and Michael turns and looks at Nikita concerned.

"There was a mishap during a mission today.. the target was suppose to be taken alive...well... a major mess.." Madeline says beating around the bush. Nikita raises an eyebrow and thinks for a moment, about why would they be talking to her about this.

"Is this about Operations or Stephen?" Nikita immediately asks, and Michael drops his head to his chest and knows he won't be licking the milkshake off of her now.

"Stephen has taken the room hostage with a grenade..." Madeline stays and can hear the sink being turned off.

"How did he get a grenade?" Nikita shutters out as she starts to move and strip her shirt off, and drop it to the sticky floor.

"We are trying to find that out. But we need your help on this... he is acting very out of sorts." Madeline says with a stress on the 'out of sorts'.

"Not of sound mind?" Nikita asks as she starts to pull of her pants and Michael continues to hold the phone.

"Yes." Madeline says.

"I have to take a shower... and then we'll come in." Nikita says, and Michael is about to hang up.

"Nikita.. this does not need Michael." Madeline says.

"It's my day off... Michael comes." Nikita responds and Michael then hangs up the phone. Nikita tip toes to the bathroom, trying not to spread the milkshake mess elsewhere. Michael leans down and starts to clean the floor with a frown.

************

Michael walked behind Nikita as she walked through the halls of Section with long strides. In front of Michael was a business like Nikita, with her hair held up with a french twist, and wearing a powder blue miniskirt and matching jacket. It was nothing like the Nikita who, an hour ago, was dripping with milkshake over her hair and clothes.

Nikita immediately entered Madeline's office, and Michael entered and closed the door. Madeline raised her eyebrow as she looked at Michael's enterance.

"You may want to work on some paperwork, Michael." Madeline says as Nikita sits down and crosses her legs.

"There is none. I'm caught up." Michael says shortly and stands behind Nikita. Madeline nods and then turns the computer screen to Nikita and Michael.

"This is the situation... Birkoff has proof that Stephen killed the target prior to anything. With that, Stephen, flew off, and pulled out the grenade." Madeline says softly and Nikita peers into the screen.

"What's wrong with Greg?" Nikita asks as she studies the man.

"From what we have been told by Stephen, he was hit by a pipe from the ceiling... but we have determined this to be lie, and that Stephen hit him over the head with his gun." Madeline says and Nikita sits back in her chair.

"And, you want me to bring Stephen out?" Nikita asks with a raised eyebrow.

"No one else has been able to talk to him in a sane mine... you dealt with his 'Non compos mentis' before while in Philly." Madeline says as she turns the screen back around.

"But he wanted me then..." Nikita says and turns and looks at Michael. He doesn't make contact with Nikita's eyes, telling Nikita that it is her decision.

"You know how Birkoff gets in these tense situations." Madeline slowly says and Nikita stands up and walks to the corner.

"This could be solved quicker." Nikita says as she stares at the window.

"Cancelation is not possible with him holding a grenade with four valuable operatives." Madeline says tensely, and Michael starts to shake his head to Madeline. Michael knows what Nikita is about to say. "Operations." Nikita says turning to Madeline and Madeline blinks.

"I have discussed this with Operations, and it has been decided that this is the best way to procede." Madeline says folding her hands on top of the desk.

"Use his half sister and not his father... effective... very effective." Nikita says and she quickly walks out the door. Madeline looks at Michael as he sits down.

"Well?" Madeline asks as she stares at Michael.

"She is going." Michael answers simply and he pulls a book off of Madeline's desk and starts to read it.

************

Nikita walks to the debriefing room and pushes away the operatives who have been watching the room from a safe distance. Nikita walks to the window and taps on it. Stephen looks up and smiles broadly at Nikita. "Hello, Stephen." Nikita says into the intercom. She raises a hand in a half wave through the window.

"Sis.. why don't you come in and join the party?" Stephen says excitedly. Nikita notices the sweat around Stephen's hairline and smiles lightly back to Stephen.

"I think I'll stay here." Nikita says and then presses her lips tightly together. "Do you need anything? Water.. Pizza...?" Nikita asks and Stephen starts to hop around the room with the grenade in his hand.

"No...No... No... you'll drug it... you'll drug it, little sis... no... no..." Stephen sings outloud and Birkoff's eyes become wider.

"Why are you doing this, Stephen?" Nikita asks directly and Birkoff drops his head in a deep shake, believing Nikita was taking the wrong way.

"To see you... my little sis... my little sis... what cha do with Mickhell?" Stephen asks with slurred speach. Nikita looks calmly at Stephen and smiles.

"I don't visit my bro with Michael... he likes to stay home." Nikita says with a small smile. Stephen continues to hop, but comes extremely close to the window.

"SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE.... Y.M.C.A.... Y.M.C.A....row row row your boat.... sis, I'm not crazy... you know this..." Stephen sings as he stares at Nikita. Nikita doesn't blink and smiles at Stephen.

"Prove it." Nikita says and looks over to the hostages.

"Who???? BIRKEY!!! BIRKEY!!! I LOVE YOU YOU LOVE ME...LET'S GET TOGETHER AND KILL BIRKEY!!!!" Stephen sings as he walks over to Birkoff and undoes Birkoff from the chair.

"And Greg.. he is hurt." Nikita says and Stephen listens. The two men run out of the room, and Nikita points down the hall, towards Madeline's office.

"What do you want Stephen?" Nikita asks as she reaches her hand and places it on the window.

"Peace.... peace man.... 'If you build it he will come'..... 'If you build it he will come'..." Stephen says as he looks into Nikita's eyes.

"Do you want Operations?" Nikita asks softly. Stephen begins to nod.

"Daddie... I want my daddie..." Stephen begins to cry and Nikita nods her head and moves away from the window.

"Let me see what I can do...okay?... now can you hand that nice man that thing in your hand? Please?" Nikita asks, but Stephen retains his grip on the grenade.

"Daddie... you his favorite... YOU HIS FAVORITE...ME BAD... BAD... " Stephen says and Nikita waves goodbye and walks back up the hall.

************

Nikita walks into Madeline's office and is immediately bear hugged by Birkoff. Nikita finally pats Birkoff's back and he lets her go.

"Thank you for getting me out of that suicidal schizophrenic paranoid killer!" Birkoff says as he continues to praise Nikita.

"Birkoff... he is a little boy... not a suicial schizophrenic paranoid killer." Nikita corrects as she sits down at the chair and crosses her legs.

"Is that what you feel, Nikita?" Madeline asks and Nikita looks around the room.

"I know a bit about Stephen... he is singing like a little boy, asking for his daddie.. unfortunately, we also taught him how to be a killer." Nikita says and all in the room stare at Nikita.

"What would you call this?" Madeline asks.

"Operations' children's Section Disorder." Nikita says and Madeline rolls her eyes. "It's one disorder, and you know this Madeline... he has autophobia...eremiophobia...monomania... depression..." Nikita rattles off as she wrings her hands together.

"And this... you believe can be solved with Operations?" Madeline asks as she raises her eyebrow at Nikita. Nikita pauses for a moment, and realizes that Madeline must agree with what she has said so far.

"He knew you would get me... and to him.. I have a relationship with Operations...." Nikita answers with a cracking voice. She swallows and looks at Michael for a second. "He came into Section for his father.. and that is what he needs right now." Nikita says and Michael moves to her.

"I think you have done enough for your day off, Nikita." Michael says softly as he touches her shoulder.

"There are still three men in that room with the grenade." Nikita says as she looks at Michael.

"Do you think we can salvage him?" Madeline asks and Birkoff jumps up and rushes Madeline.

"Salvage him... he held me in a room with a live grenade! He would have killed me!" Birkoff screams as Michael pulls Birkoff away.

"He isn't suicidal...." Nikita says as Michael lowers Birkoff to the floor. "If Operations works hand in hand.. there is a chance for recovery." Nikita responds to Madeline question.

"I'll do it." Operations' voice rings from the doorway and all five people look at Operations. He enters and closes the door. "I have too."

"You won't be able to do it here." Nikita says immediately without looking at Operations.

"IF, I can get him out of that room... I'll go anywhere..." Operations says and Madeline bites her lip.

"Moscow has a good psychological operative.. one of the best..." Madeline says slowly and keeps her eyes on the desk.

"Then make the arrangements... and me and Nikita will go free the two operatives." Operations says. Nikita stands up and walks silently out with Operations. Birkoff looks at Madeline and then at Michael.

"Does that mean Headquarters move to Moscow?" Birkoff finally asks. Greg looks up, also wondering what the answer would be.

"No... Operations would still be in charge.. but day to day running of Headquarters would be under my order." Madeline says standing up and heading over to another computer.

"And responsibilities would be handed down to high ranking, high ability operatives to cover those issues that Madeline ordinarily handles." Michael says softly. "Which means.. no days off for me and Nikita..." Michael mutters in a whisper.

************

Nikita taps at the window as Operations stands in the dark hallway, hidden from Stephen.

"Some good news.. some bad news, Stephen." Nikita says slowly.

"On the good ship lollipop..." Stephen sings and then stops and looks at Nikita.

"You are going to have to hand that grenade over to one of them in the room... before Operations can see you.... Can you do that for me?" Nikita says slowly. Stephen crawls over to the closest operative and hands him the grenade. Nikita nods and the two operatives leave the debriefing room.

"Where's daddie... kita.. .were is daddie..?" Stephen asks as he starts to scratch at the window. Nikita looks over her shoulders and then turns her back.

"You can cancel him now... there would be no danger to others..." Nikita softly reminds Operations, but he steps into the light and Stephen screams in delight.

"DADDIE!!!! DADDIE!!!! ME LOVE YOU!!!" Stephen screams and Operations takes Nikita by the shoulders.

"You're good..." Operations says and then he enters the room, and Stephen bounds over and hugs Operations. Nikita watches for a few moments, goes over and orders the sediatives from Medlab and slowly walks back to Madeline's office.

Nikita looks up from her computer and finds Madeline in the doorway. Nikita turns the computer off and waves Madeline in.

"You did good today." Madeline says as she sits down. Nikita rolls her head around and then focuses on Madeline.

"All in a day off..." Nikita says and puts a forced smile on her face.

"You and Michael are off tomorrow... although it will be a madhouse..." Madeline says as she looks down at Nikita's desk.

"They leave for Moscow so soon?" Nikita asks and Madeline nods her head. "We don't need the day off."

"Yes, you do. The work will be here for when you come back." Madeline says with a smile. Nikita drops her head with a smile.

"How long do you think this will be?" Nikita asks softly, and Madeline takes a deep breath.

"Not long, I hope... but realistically... I'll be surprized to see Operations much." Madeline says, and Nikita raises an eyebrow.

"You two haven't had a lot of contact of late, either way..." Nikita points out and Madeline stands up and walks to the doorway.

"When Michael returns from Walter's workspace.. go home.. and enjoy tomorrow off." Madeline orders and Nikita watches Madeline walk down the dark halls. Nikita slumps back in her chair and sighs.

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